Childhood Memories lyrics

by

J Dilla


This is for anyone that got the sh*t beaten out of them- by their mom, or their dad, or their grandma
I think my mom got the sh*t beaten out of her when she grew up
Didn't she ?

Wow ! I'm 22. I remember when I was 10 !
Trippen about the "future" ? Didn't care back then
Just wanted to be accepted, just wanted to be cool
But I kept getting suspended for breaking the rules
I hated my f*cken mom cuz she'd beat me with a spoon
& then ask why I'm punking all the pussies at my school
You really don't get it ? You ask me why I'm angry ?
Maybe cuz every night you attack me with a spanking
& Papa, the nerve, to talk sh*t about her
& offer me to live with you so I wouldn't be around her
Then to say I can't after all the anticipation-
That's when I realized mom was right & all you was bout was faking
"Disneyland Dad," oh boy, you had me fooled !
One day I gave my mom a fat lip, I attacked that b*tch
& to this day I don't regret it
Anyone that strikes my body's getting f*cked up, I bet it !

If your child's good, give em a good childhood
If you can't do that then come on down to my hood !
If you're hit with an object & mommy ain't stoppin
Don't trip, I get beat too, you can be my friend !

& in the 3rd grade, I tried to run away
Back pack full of clothes, didn't have a place to stay
Sick of being beaten, sick of the abuse
Me & my brothers would hold the door closed, hiding from you
Crying & shaking, didn't matter if i was naked
If I said something smart, a f*cken beating I'm taking
We pulled our pants down after she left the room-
The bruises on our butts, we called em "Pig Trains," it's true
Found some humor in the violence. Told my daddy
That my mom's beating the sh*t out of us so badly
What does he do ? Complains about child support
You made a hundred grand a year ! & you ain't even here
On my first confession, first communion
I know you ain't religious but sometimes I question if you're even human
Now it's in the past, I still love you guys-
I'm just reminiscing, trippen on an era in my life

If your child's good, give em a good childhood
If you can't do that then come on down to my hood !
If you're hit with an object & mommy ain't stoppin
Don't trip, I get beat too, you can be my friend !

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